On Sunday afternoons you’ll find me hunched over the maplewood dining table
consuming a three-bean salad with Crickle Santana and Polly O’Shea
and maybe the Admiral too.

For sure there’ll be ripples of laughter
and vigorous discussions about creepers
all the while we consume a three-bean salad
and a veggie wellington.

For pudding: Cadbury’s Crème Eggs.
Two each.

The soundtrack to Conan the Barbarian will almost certainly be played in its entirety,
ever-so-gently so as not to trick conversation.
Distrust and cruel thoughts will exist in several corners of the room.
Crickle Santana doesn’t like the word ‘veggie’ so we’ll use the word ‘vegetable’.

By 4pm dinner will be over.